10Pm
Yeah, long week been a hell of time
My feet weak, ain't sleep barely feeling alive
I think I'm, in between feeling death or deprived
I think I'm, overworking myself to get by
And now I'm, thinking back when I had to wear whatever I could find
On a budget living off of dimes
Now I'm buying whatever I like
Finally figured out that if you wanna live this life, that it come with a price
So I'm doing 45-over in a brand new ride
Praying I don't get pulled over when I blow the through the light
And ion see no cops we ain't stopping for signs
Hit the liquor store, but i ain't getting liquor tonight
I need a pack of Russian Creams and a bottle of Sprite
And i got 9 minutes left til' I'm late on the guys
Shorty blowing up my phone, and the little noise keep fuckin up the songs, and I'm Wishing that her phone would just die
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high, yeah
Got the whole crew we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high yeah
Got the whole crew, we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
Shawty tripping, tried to tell her I couldn't talk
She wouldn't listen had to hit the bitch the block
And so I'm sitting, chilling smoking down at the shop
I'm feeling, medicated getting lost in my thoughts
I know I got a gang of keepers that would rather see the process go through than to play With needles, or to chase a few hoes at the club on weekends, and
We don't waste time dawg time is needed
Now I'm, reminiscing
Back when everything was different
Back when dreaming wasn't more than a vision
Nah back when I was handing records out for no one to listen
As if I needed someone else to help me make my decision
But now I'm in the winners circle so it's fuck yo opinion
Fuck what you thought homie fuck what you thinking
I've seen success what the fuck you succeed in
I push myself past the rest for a reason
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high, yeah
Got the whole crew we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high yeah
Got the whole crew, we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
My feet weak, ain't sleep barely feeling alive
I think I'm, in between feeling death or deprived
I think I'm, overworking myself to get by
And now I'm, thinking back when I had to wear whatever I could find
On a budget living off of dimes
Now I'm buying whatever I like
Finally figured out that if you wanna live this life, that it come with a price
So I'm doing 45-over in a brand new ride
Praying I don't get pulled over when I blow the through the light
And ion see no cops we ain't stopping for signs
Hit the liquor store, but i ain't getting liquor tonight
I need a pack of Russian Creams and a bottle of Sprite
And i got 9 minutes left til' I'm late on the guys
Shorty blowing up my phone, and the little noise keep fuckin up the songs, and I'm Wishing that her phone would just die
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high, yeah
Got the whole crew we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high yeah
Got the whole crew, we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
Shawty tripping, tried to tell her I couldn't talk
She wouldn't listen had to hit the bitch the block
And so I'm sitting, chilling smoking down at the shop
I'm feeling, medicated getting lost in my thoughts
I know I got a gang of keepers that would rather see the process go through than to play With needles, or to chase a few hoes at the club on weekends, and
We don't waste time dawg time is needed
Now I'm, reminiscing
Back when everything was different
Back when dreaming wasn't more than a vision
Nah back when I was handing records out for no one to listen
As if I needed someone else to help me make my decision
But now I'm in the winners circle so it's fuck yo opinion
Fuck what you thought homie fuck what you thinking
I've seen success what the fuck you succeed in
I push myself past the rest for a reason
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high, yeah
Got the whole crew we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
And it's 10pm on a Saturday night
Got the whole crew we high yeah
Got the whole crew, we vibin'
Nothing left to do we flying
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Benoit
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